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FROM    THE   LIBRARY   OF 
REV.    LOUIS    FITZGERALD    BENSON,   D.  D. 

BEQUEATHED    BY   HIM    TO 

THE   LIBRARY  OF 

PRINCETON  THEOLOGICAL  SEMINARY 


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U        is  mi 
Supplemental 

HYMN    BOOK 

gljUatelpijia 


Philadelpliia 

THE  JOHN  C.  WINSTON  CO. 
1910 


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Digitized  by  the  Internet  Archive 

in  2012  with  funding  from 

Calvin  College 


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He   Hath   Made  Every  Thing:  Beautiful. 

680  ALL  things  bright  and  beautiful, 

All  creatures  great  and  small, 
All  things  wise  and  wonderful — 
The  Lord  God  made  them  all. 

2  Each  little  flower  that  opens, 

Each  little  bird  that  sings — 
He  made  their  glowing  colors, 
He  made  their  tiny  wings. 

Refrain — All  things  bright  and  beautiful. 

3  The  purple-headed  mountain, 

The  river  running  by, 
The  sunset,  and  the  morning, 
That  brightens  up  the  sky. 

4  The  cold  wind  in  the  winter, 

The  pleasant  summer  sun, 

The  ripe  fruits  in  the  garden — 

He  made  them  every  one. 

5  He  gave  us  eyes  to  see  them, 

And  lips  that  we  might  tell 
How  great  is  God  Almighty, 
Who  has  made  all  things  well. 


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O  Hold  Thou  Up  My  Goings  in  Thy  Paths: 
That  My  Footsteps  Slip  Not. 


681  BE  Thou  my  guardian  and  my  guide, 

And  hear  me  when  I  call; 
Let  not  my  slippery  footsteps  slide, 
And  hold  me  lest  I  fall. 


2  The  world,  the  flesh,  and  Satan  dwell 

Around  the  path  I  tread; 
O  save  me  from  the  snares  of  hell, 
Thou  Quickener  of  the  dead. 

3  And  if  I  tempted  am  to  sin, 

And  outward  things  are  strong 
Do  Thou,  O  Lord,  keep  watch  within, 
And  save  my  soul  from  wrong. 

4  Still  let  me  ever  watch  and  pray, 

And  feel  that  I  am  frail; 
That  if  the  tempter  cross  my  way, 
Yet  he  may  not  prevail. 


He  Took  Them  Up  in  His  Arms,  Put  His  Hands  Upon  Them, 
and  Blessed  Them. 

682  CHRIST,  who  once  amongst  us 

As  a  child  did  dwell, 
Is  the  children's  Saviour, 

And  He  loves  us  well; 
If  we  keep  our  promise 

Made  Him  at  the  font, 
He  will  be  our  Shepherd, 

And  we  shall  not  want. 

2  There  it  was  they  laid  us 
In  those  tender  arms, 

Where  the  lambs  are  carried 

Safe  from  all  alarms; 
If  we  trust  His  promise, 

He  will  let  us  rest 
In  His  arms  forever 

Leaning  on  His  breast. 

3  Though  we  may  not  see  Him 
For  a  little  while, 

We  shall  know  He  holds  us, 

Often  feel  His  smile; 
Death  will  be  to  slumber 

In  that  sweet  embrace, 
And  we  shall  awaken 

To  behold  His  face. 

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4  He  will  be  our  Shepherd, 

After  as  before, 
By  still  heavenly  waters 

Lead  us  evermore, 
Make  us  lie  in  pastures 

Beautiful  and  green, 
Where  none  thirst  and  hunger, 

And  no  tears  are  seen. 

5  Jesus,  our  good  Shepherd, 

Laying  down  Thy  life, 
Lest  Thy  sheep  should  perish 

In  the  cruel  strife, 
Help  us  to  remember 

All  Thy  love  and  care, 
Trust  in  Thee,  and  love  Thee 

Always,  evermore. 

Cease  to  Do  Evil;  Learn  to  Do  Well. 

683  DO  no  sinful  action, 

Speak  no  angry  word; 
Ye  belong  to  Jesus, 

Children  of  the  Lord. 

2   Christ  is  kind  and  gentle, 
Christ  is  pure  and  true; 
And  His  little  children 
Must  be  holy  too. 


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3  There's  a  wicked  spirit 
Watching  'round  you  still, 

And  he  tries  to  tempt  you 
To  all  harm  and  ill. 

4  But  ye  must  not  hear  him, 
Though  'tis  hard  for  you 

To  resist  the  evil, 
And  the  good  to  do. 

5  For  ye  promised  truly, 
In  your  infant  days, 

To  renounce  him  wholly. 
And  forsake  his  ways. 

6  Ye  are  new-born  Christians, 
Ye  must  learn  to  fight 

With  the  bad  within  you, 
And  to  do  the  right. 

7  Christ  is  your  own  Master, 
He  is  good  and  true, 

And  His  little  children 
Must  be  holy  too. 


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He  Will  Not  Fail  Thee  Nor  Forsake  Thee. 

684  FATHER,  give  us  now  Thy  blessing; 

Take  us,  Lord,  beneath  Thy  care; 
May  we  all  enjoy  Thy  presence, 
And  Thy  tender  mercies  share. 

2   Guard  us  through  this  night  from  danger, 
Keep  us  in  Thy  heavenly  love; 
Through  our  life  wilt  Thou  be  near  us, 
Then  receive  us  all  above. 


Hold  Fast  the  Form  of  Sound  Words. 

685  FAITH  of  our  fathers!  living  still 

In  spite  of  dungeon,  fire,  and  sword; 

O  how  our  hearts  beat  high  with  joy 
Whene'er  we  hear  that  glorious  word! 

Faith  of  our  fathers!  holy  faith! 
We  will  be  true  to  thee  till  death! 

2   Our  fathers,  chained  in  prisons  dark, 

Were  still  in  heart  and  conscience  free 

How  sweet  would  be  their  children's  fate, 
If  they,  like  them,  could  die  for  thee! 

Faith  of  our  fathers!  holy  faith! 
We  will  be  true  to  thee  till  death! 


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3   Faith  of  our  fathers!  we  will  love 

Both  friend  and  foe  in  all  our  strife; 

And  preach  thee  too,  as  love  knows  how, 
By  kindly  words  and  virtuous  life. 

Faith  of  our  fathers!  holy  faith! 
We  will  be  true  to  thee  till  death! 


With  Us  is  the  Lord  Our  God  to  Help  Us,  and  to  Fight  Our  Battles. 

686  FORTH  to  the  fight;  ye  ransom'd, 

Mighty  in  God's  own  might. 
Stemming  the  tide  of  battle, 
Routing   the   hosts   of   night. 

Refrain — Lift  ye  the  Blood-red  Banner, 
Wield  ye  the  victor's  sword, 
Raise  ye  the  Christian's  war  cry — 
"The  Cross  of  Christ  the  Lord." 

2  Fear  not  the  din  of  battle, 
Follow  where  He  hath  trod, 

Perfecting  strength  in  weakness — 
Jesus,  Incarnate  God, 

3  Angels  around  us  hover, 
Succour  in  time  of  need, 

Ever  at  hand  to  strengthen, 
Guardians  they,  indeed. 


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4  Arm  ye  against  the  battle, 
Watch  ye,  and  fast,  and  pray, 

Peace  shall  succeed  the  warfare, 
Night  shall  be  changed  to  day. 

5  Fight,  for  the  Lord  is  o'er  you, 
Fight,  for  He  bids  you  fight; 

There  where  the  fray  is  thickest, 
Close  with  the  hosts  of  night. 


Speak  Unto  the  Children  of  Israel  That  They  Go  Forward. 

687  FORWARD!  be  our  watchword, 

Steps  and  voices  joined, 
Seek  the  things  before  us, 

Not  a  look  behind; 
Burns  the  fiery  pillar 

At  our  army's  head; 
Who  shall  dream  of  shrinking 

By  our  Jehovah  led? 
Forward  through  the  desert 

Through  the  toil  and  fight! 
Jordan  flows  before  us, 

Sion  beams  with  light. 

2   Glories  upon  glories 

Hath  our  God  prepared, 
By  the  souls  that  love  Him 
One  day  to  be  shared; 

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Eye  hath  not  beheld  them, 

Ear  hath  never  heard ; 
Nor  of  these  hath  uttered 

Thought  or  speech  a  word; 
Forward!    Marching  eastward, 

Where  the  heaven  is  bright, 
Till  the  veil  be  lifted, 

Till  our  faith  be  sight. 


3  Far  o'er  yon  horizon 

Rise  the  city  towers, 
Where  our  God  abideth ; 

That  fair  home  is  ours: 
Flash  the  streets  with  jasper, 

Shine  the  gates  with  gold ; 
Flows  the  gladdening  river 

Shedding  joys  untold. 
Thither,  onward  thither, 

In  Jehovah's  might! 
Pilgrims  to  your  country, 

Forward  into  light! 

4  To  the  Eternal  Father's  glory 

Loudest  anthems  raise: 
To  the  Son  and  Spirit 
Echo  songs  of  praise: 


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To  the  Lord  of  glory, 

Blessed  Three  in  One, 
Be  by  men  and  angels 

Endless  honour  done. 
Weak  are  earthly  praises, 

Dull  the  songs  of  night: 
Forward  into  triumph! 

Forward  into  light! 


O  Praise  the  Lrord,  All  Ye  Nations:  Praise  Him,  All  Ye  People. 

688  FROM  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies, 

Let  the  Creator's  praise  arise; 
Let  the  Redeemer's  name  be  sung 
Through  every  land,  by  every  tongue. 

2  Eternal  are  Thy  mercies,  Lord, 
Eternal  truth  attends  Thy  word: 

Thy  praise  shall  sound  from  shore  to  shore, 
Till  suns  shall  rise  and  set  no  more. 

3  Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow ; 
Praise  Him,  all  creatures  here  below; 
Praise  Him  above,  ye  heavenly  host; 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 


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Beware   L-est   Thou   Forget   the   Lord   Thy    God. 

689  GOD  of  our  fathers,  known  of  old. 

Lord  of  our  far-flung  battle  line, 
Beneath  whose  awful  hand  we  hold 

Dominion  over  palm  and  pine: 
Lord  God  of  Hosts,  be  with  us  yet, 
Lest  we  forget,  lest  we  forget. 

2  The  tumult  and  the  shouting  dies ; 

The  captains  and  the  kings  depart; 
Still  stands  Thine  ancient  sacrifice, 

An  humble  and  a  contrite  heart: 
Lord  God  of  Hosts,  be  with  us  yet, 
Lest  we  forget,  lest  we  forget. 

3  Far  called  our  navies  melt  away, 

On  dune  and  headland  sinks  the  fire ; 
Lo,  all  our  pomp  of  yesterday 

Is  one  with  Nineveh  and  Tyre! 
Judge  of  the  nations,  spare  us  yet, 
Lest  we  forget,  lest  we  forget. 

4  If  drunk  with  sight  of  power,  we  loose 

Wild  tongues  that  have  not  Thee  in  awe, 
Such  boasting  as  the  Gentiles  use, 

Or  lesser  breeds  without  the  law: 
Lord  God  of  Hosts,  be  with  us  yet, 
Lest  we  forget,  lest  we  forget. 


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For  heathen  heart  that  puts  her  trust 
In  reeking  tube  and  iron  shard; 

All  valiant  dust  that  builds  on  dust, 

And  guarding  calls  not  Thee  to  guard: 

For  frantic  boast  and  foolish  word, 

Thy  mercy  on  Thy  people,  Lord ! 


The  Victory  Through  Our  Lord   Jesus    Christ. 

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690         HAIL!  festal  day!  forevermore  ador'd, 

Wherein  God  conquer'd  hell,  and  upward  soar'd. 

Chorus  in  Harmony  (accompanied) 
Hail !  festal  day !  forevermore  ador'd, 
Wherein  God  conquer'd  hell  and  upward  soar'd. 

2  See  the  world's  beauty  budding  forth  anew, 
Shows  with  the  Lord,  His  gifts  returning  too. 

3  The  earth  with  flow'rs  is  decked,  the  sky  serene, 
The  heavenly  portals  glow  with  brighter  sheen. 

4  The  green  wood  leaves,  the  flow'ring  meadows  tell 
Of  Christ  triumphant  over  gloomy  hell. 

5  The  powers  of  Satan  crush'd,  He  seeks  the  skies; 
From  earth,  light  stars  and  ocean  anthems  rise. 


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6  1  he   Crucified   reigns   God    forevermore ; 
Their  maker  all  created  things  adore. 

7  Christ,  who  didst  fashion  man,  and  hast  rewon 
The  eternal  Father's  sole  begotten  Son. 

8  When  death  and  hell  the  human  race  o'erran, 
Thou,  man  to  save,  Thyself  becamest  man. 

We  Do  Not  Cease  to  Pray  for  You  That  Ye  Slight  be  Filled  With  the 
Knowledge  of  His  Will. 

691  HOLY  FATHER,  in  Thy  mercy 

Hear  our  earnest  prayer, 
Keep  our  loved  ones,  in  their  absence, 
'Neath  Thy  care. 

2  Jesus,  Saviour,  let  Thy  presence 

Be  their  light  and  guide; 
Keep,  oh,  keep  them,  in  their  weakness, 
At  Thy  side. 

3  When  in  sorrow,  when  in  danger, 

When  in  loneliness, 
In  Thy  love  look  down  and  comfort 
Their  distress. 

4  May  the  joy  of  Thy  salvation 

Be  their  strength  and  stay; 
May  they  love  and  may  they  praise  Thee 
Day  by  day. 


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5  Holy  Spirit,  let  Thy  teaching 
Sanctify  their  life; 

Send  Thy  grace,  that  they  may  conquer 
In  the  strife. 

6  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Spirit, 
God  the  One  in  Three, 

Bless  them,  guide  them,  save  them,  keep  them 
Near  to  Thee. 


I  Am  the  Living  Bread. 

692  IN  the  name  of  God  the  Father, 

In  the  name  of  God  the  Son, 
In  the  name  of  God  the  Spirit 

One  in  Three  and  Three  in  One ; 
In  the  name  which  highest  angels 

Speak  not  ere  they  veil  their  face 
Crying  "Holy,  holy,  holy," 

Come  we  to  this  sacred  place. 

2    Here  in  figure  represented, 

See  the  passion  once  again; 
Here  behold  the  Lamb  most  holy 

As  for  our  redemption  slain; 
Here  the  Saviour's  body  broken, 

Here  the  blood  which  Jesus  shed, 
Mystic  food  of  life  eternal, 

See  for  our  refreshment  spread. 


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3   Here  shall  highest  praise  be  offered, 

Here  shall  meekest  prayer  be  poured, 
Here,  with  body,  soul,  and  spirit, 

God  Incarnate  be  adored. 
Holy  Jesu,  for  Thy  coming, 

May  Thy  love  our  hearts  prepare; 
Thine  we  fain  would  have  them  wholly, 

Enter,  Lord,  and  tarry  there. 

Thou  Art  a  Place  to  Hide  Me  In. 

693  JESU,  grant  me  this  I  pray, 

Ever  in  Thy  Heart  to  stay; 
Let  me  evermore  abide 
Hidden  in  Thy  wounded  Side. 

2  If  the  evil  one  prepare, 

Or  the  world,  a  tempting  snare, 

I  am  safe  when  I  abide 

In  Thy  Heart  and  wounded  Side. 

3  If  the  flesh,  more  dangerous  still, 
Tempt  my  soul  to  deeds  of  ill. 
Naught  I  fear  when  I  abide 

In  Thy  Heart  and  wounded  Side. 

4  Death  will  come  one  day  to  me ; 
Jesu,  cast  me  not  from  Thee: 
Dying  let  me  still  abide 

In  Thy  Heart  and  wounded  Side. 


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I  Am  the  Living  Bread,  Which  Came  Down   from  Heaven. 

694*  JESU,  gentlest  Saviour! 

God  of  might  and  power! 
Thou  Thyself  art  dwelling 
In  us  at  this  hour. 

2  Nature  cannot  hold  Thee, 

Heaven  is  all  too  strait 
For  Thine  endless  glory 
And  Thy  royal  state. 

3  Out  beyond  the  shining 

Of  the  furthest  star 
Thou  art  ever  stretching 
Infinitely  far. 

4  Yet  the  hearts  of  children 

Hold  what  worlds  cannot : 
And  the  God  of  wonders 
Loves  the  lowly  spot. 

5  Jesu,  gentlest  Saviour! 

Dwelling  in  us  now, 
Fill  us  with  Thy  goodness 
Till  our  hearts  o'erflow. 

6  Multiply  our  graces 

Chiefly  love  and  fear, 
And  dear  Lord  the  chiefest, 
Grace  to  persevere. 


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7  O,  how  can  we  thank  Thee 
For  a  gift  like  this, 

Gift  that  truly  maketh 
Heaven's  eternal  bliss. 

8  Ah !  when  wilt  Thou  always 
Make  our  hearts  Thy  home? 

We  must  wait  for  heaven, 
Then  the  day  shall  come. 


In  the  Beginning  Was  the  Word,  and  the  Word  Was  With   God,   and  the 
Word  Was  God. 

695  JESUS  is  God:  the  solid  earth, 

The  ocean  broad  and  bright, 
The  countless  stars,  like  golden  dust, 

That  strew  the  skies  at  night, 
The  wheeling  storm,  the  dreadful  fire, 

The  pleasant  wholesome  air, 
The  summer's  sun,  the  winter's  frost, 

His  own  creations  were. 

2   Jesus  is  God:  the  glorious  bands 
Of  golden  angels  sing 
Songs  of  adoring  praise  to  Him, 
Their  Maker  and  their  King. 

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He  was  true  God  in  Bethlehem's  crib 

On  Calvary's  Cross  true  God, 
He  Who  in  heaven  eternal  reigned 

In  time  on  earth  abode. 

3   Jesus  is  God:  let  sorrow  come, 

And  pain,  and  every  ill, 
All  are  worth  while,  for  all  are  means 

His  glory  to  fulfil ; 
Worth  while  a  thousand  years  of  woe 

To  speak  one  little  word, 
If  by  that  "I  believe"  we  own 

The  Godhead  of  our  Lord. 


Fight  the  Good  Fight. 

696  JESUS,  Master,  King  of  Glory, 

Still  to  Thee  we  turn  for  Life; 
Conqueror,  when  the  Battle's  sorest, 
O  sustain  us  in  the  strife. 

2   When  the  world  is  hard  upon  us, 
And  we  flinch  before  its  scorn, 
Let  us  learn  an  earnest  purpose, 

From  Thy  Forehead  pierced  with  thorn. 

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3  When  the  Flesh  is  strong,  and  round  us 

All  its  poisonous  vapours  roll, 
By  Thy  lacerated  Body, 

Dear  Redeemer,  save  the  soul. 

4  When  the  Fiend  with  subtlest  temptings 

Lures  us  to  our  endless  loss, 
Mighty  Master,  strike  the  strong  one 
With  the  sharpness  of  Thy  Cross. 

5  When  the  last  dark  storm  is  gath'ring, 

And  our  hearts  are  swept  with  fear, 
By  the  love  of  Thy  dear  Passion, 
Master,  let  us  feel  Thee  near. 

6  So,  when  all  at  last  is  ended, 

And  the  Rest  is  reached  above, 
May  we  swell  Thy  Heart's  rejoicing, 
With  the  rapture  of  our  love. 


For  Thy  Name's  Sake  Lead  Me,  and  Guide  Me. 

697  JESUS,  Saviour,  pilot  me 

Over  life's  tempestuous  sea; 
Unknown  waves  before  me  roll, 
Hiding  rock  and  treacherous  shoal ; 
Chart  and  compass  come  from  Thee, 
Jesus,  Saviour,  pilot  me! 


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2  As  a  mother  stills  her  child, 
Thou  canst  hush  the  oceans  wild; 
Boisterous  waves  obey  Thy  will 
V/hen  Thou  biddest  them  "Be  still!" 
Wonderous  sovereign  of  the  sea, 
Jesus,  Saviour,  pilot  me! 

3  When  at  last  I  near  the  shore, 
And  the  fearful  breakers  roar 
'Twixt  me  and  the  peaceful  rest — 
Then,  while  leaning  on  Thy  breast, 
May  I  hear  Thee  say  to  me, 
"Fear  not!  I  will  pilot  thee!" 

There  Shall  be  Showers  of  Blessing:. 

698         LORD,  I  hear  of  showers  of  blessing 
Thou  art  scattering  full  and  free, 
Showers  the  thirsty  land  refreshing; 

Let  some  drops  descend  on  me — Even  me. 

2  Pass  me  not,  O  gracious  Father, 
Sinful  though  my  heart  may  be; 

Thou  might'st  leave  me,  but  the  rather 
Let  Thy  mercy  light  on  me — Even  me. 

3  Pass  me  not,  O  gracious  Saviour! 
Let  me  love  and  cling  to  Thee; 

I  am  longing  for  Thy  favour; 

Whilst  Thou'rt  calling,  oh  call  me — Even  me. 

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4  Pass  me  not,  O  mighty  Spirit! 
Thou  canst  make  the  blind  to  see; 

Witnesser  of  Jesus'  merit, 

Speak  the  word  of  power  to  me — Even  me. 

5  Have  I  long  in  sin  been  sleeping, 
Long  been  slighting,  grieving  Thee? 

Has  the  world  my  heart  been  keeping? 
O  forgive  and  rescue  me — Even  me. 

6  Love  of  God,  so  pure  and  changeless; 
Blood  of  Christ,  so  rich  and  free; 

Grace  of  God,  so  strong  and  boundless, 
Magnify  it  all  in  me — Even  me. 

7  Pass  me  not;  but,  pardon  bringing, 
Bind  my  heart,  O  Lord,  to  Thee; 

Whilst  the  streams  of  life  are  springing, 
Blessing  others,  O  bless  me — Even  me. 


Lift  Up  Your  Heads,   O  Ye  Gates;   and  Be  Ye  Lift  Up,   Ye  Everlasting   Doors; 
and  the  King:  of  Glory  Shall  Come  In. 

699  LIFT  up  your  heads,  ye  gates  of  brass; 

Ye  bars  of  iron,  yield; 
And  let  the  King  of  Glory  pass; 
The  Cross  is  in  the  field. 

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2  That  banner,  brighter  than  the  star 
That  leads  the  train  of  night, 

Shines  on  the  march,  and  guides  from  far 
His  servants  to  the  fight. 

3  A  holy  war  those  servants  wage; 
In  that  mysterious  strife, 

The  powers  of  heaven  and  hell  engage 
For  more  than  death  or  life. 

4  Ye  armies  of  the  living  God, 
Sworn  warriors  of  Christ's  host, 

Where  hallowed  footsteps  never  trod, 
Take  your  appointed  post. 

5  Though  few  and  small  and  weak  your  bands, 
Strong  in  your  captain's  strength, 

Go  to  the  conquest  of  all  lands: 
All  must  be  His  at  length. 

6  The  spoils  at  His  victorious  feet 
You  shall  rejoice  to  lay, 

And  lay  yourselves  as  trophies  meet, 
In  His  great  Judgment  Day. 

7  Then  fear  not,  faint  not,  halt  not  now; 
Quit  you  like  men,  be  strong. 

To  Christ  shall  all  the  nations  bow, 
And  sing  the  triumph  song. 

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8   Uplifted  are  the  gates  of  brass, 
The  bars  of  iron  yield; 
Behold  the  King  of  Glory  pass; 
The  Cross  hath  won  the  field. 


God  is  the  Strength  of  My  Heart,  and  My  Portion  For  Ever. 

700  MY  heart  is  resting,  O  my  God, 

I  will  give  thanks  and  sing! 
My  heart  is  at  the  secret  source 

Of  every  precious  thing. 
Now  the  frail  vessel  Thou  hast  made 

No  hand  but  Thine  shall  fill ; 
For  the  waters  of  the  earth  have  failed, 

And  I  am  thirsty  still. 

2  I  thirst  for  springs  of  heavenly  life, 

And  here  all  day  they  rise; 
I  seek  the  treasure  of  Thy  love, 

And  close  at  hand  it  lies. 
And  a  new  song  is  in  my  mouth 

To  long-loved  music  set: — 
Glory  to  Thee  for  all  the  grace 

I  have  not  tasted  yet. 

3  Glory  to  Thee  for  strength  withheld, 

For  want  and  weakness  known ; 
And  the  fear  that  sends  me  to  Thyself 
For  what  is  most  my  own. 

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I  have  a  heritage  of  joy 

That  yet  I  must  not  see; 
But  the  hand  that  bled  to  make  it  mine 

Is  keeping  it  for  me. 

4  My  heart  is  resting,  O  my  God, 

My  heart  is  in  Thy  care; 
I  hear  the  voice  of  joy  and  health 

Resounding  everywhere. 
"Thou  art  my  portion,"  saith  my  soul, 

Ten  thousand  voices  say 
And  the  music  of  their  glad  Amen 

Will  never  die  away. 


All  Our  Righteousnesses  Are  as  Filthy  Rags. 

701  NOT  for  our  sins  alone 

Thy  mercy,  Lord,  we  sue ; 
Let  fall  Thy  pitying  glance 

On  our  devotions  too, 
What  we  have  done  for  Thee, 

And  what  we  think  to  do. 

2   The  holiest  hours  we  spend 

In  prayer  upon  our  knees, 
The  times  when  most  we  deem 

Our  songs  of  praise  will  please, 
Thou  Searcher  of  all  hearts 

Forgiveness  pour  on  these. 

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3  And  all  the  gifts  we  bring, 
And  all  the  vows  we  make, 

And  all  the  acts  of  love 

We  plan  for  Thy  dear  sake, 
Into  Thy  pardoning  thought, 

O  God  of  mercy,  take. 

4  And  most,  when  we,  Thy  flock, 
Before  Thine  Altar  bend, 

And  strange,  bewild'ring  thoughts 

With  those  sweet  moments  blend. 
By  Him  Whose  death  we  plead, 

Good  Lord,  Thy  help  extend. 

5  Bow  down  Thine  ear  and  hear! 
Open  Thine  eyes  and  see ! 

Our  very  love  is  shame, 

A.nd  we  must  come  to  Thee 
To  make  it  of  Thy  grace 

What  Thou  would'st  have  it  be. 

The   Cup   of  Blessing   Which  We  Bless,  Is  It  Not   the   Communion   of  the 
Blood  of  Christ? 

702  NOW,  my  tongue,  the  mystery  telling 

Of  the  glorious  Body  sing, 
And  the  Blood,  all  price  excelling, 

Which  the  Gentiles'  Lord  and  King, 
In  a  Virgin's  womb  once  dwelling, 

Shed  for  this  world's  ransoming. 

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2  Given  for  us,  and  condescending 

To  be  born  for  us  below, 
He,  with  men  in  converse  blending, 

Dwelt  the  seed  of  truth  to  sow, 
Till  He  closed  with  wondrous  ending 

His  most  patient  life  of  woe. 

3  That  last  night,  at  supper  lying, 

'Mid  the  Twelve,  His  chosen  band, 
Jesus,  with  the  law  complying, 

Keeps  the  feast  its  rites  demand ; 
Then,  more  precious  Food  supplying, 

Gives  Himself  with  His  own  Hand. 

The  Bread  Which  We  Break,  Is  It  Not  the  Communion  of  the 
Body  of  Christ? 

4  Word-made-Flesh  true  bread  He  maketh 

By  His  Word  His  Flesh  to  be; 
Wine  His  Blood ;  which  whoso  taketh 

Must  from  carnal  thoughts  be  free; 
Faith  alone,  though  sight  forsaketh, 

Shows  true  hearts  the  mystery. 

5  Therefore  we,  before  Him  bending, 

This  great  Sacrament  revere; 
Types  and  shadows  have  their  ending, 

For  the  newer  rite  is  here; 
Faith,  our  outward  sense  befriending, 

Makes  our  inward  vision  clear. 


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Glory  let  us  give,  and  blessing 
To  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 

Honour,  might,  and  praise  addressing, 
While  eternal  ages  run; 

Ever  too  His  love  confessing, 

Who  from  Both  with  Both  is  One. 


Be  of  Good  Comfort,  Rise;  He  Calleth  Thee. 

03     O  COME  to  the  merciful  Saviour  Who  calls  you, 
O  come  to  the  Lord  Who  forgives  and  forgets; 
Though  dark  be  the  fortune  on  earth  that  befalls  you, 
There's  a  bright  home  above,  where  the  sun  never  sets. 

2  O  come  then  to  Jesus,  Whose  arms  are  extended 

To  fold  His  dear  children  in  closest  embrace; 
O  come,  for  your  exile  will  shortly  be  ended, 
And  Jesus  will  show  you  His  beautiful  face. 

3  Yes,  come  to  the  Saviour,  Whose  mercy  grows  brighter 

The  longer  you  look  at  the  depth  of  His  love; 
And  fear  not!  'tis  Jesus!  and  life's  cares  grow  lighter 
As  you  think  of  the  home  and  the  glory  above. 

4  Have  you  sinned  as  none  else  in  the  world  has  before  you? 

Are  you  blacker  than  all  other  creatures  in  guilt? 
O  fear  not,  and  doubt  not!  the  mother  who  bore  you 
Loves  you  less  than  the  Saviour  Whose   Blood  you 
have  spilt! 


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5   Then  come  to  His  feet,  and  lay  open  your  story 
Of  suffering  and  sorrow,  of  guilt  and  of  shame 
For  the  pardon  of  sin  is  the  crown  of  His  glory, 
And  the  joy  of  our  Lord  to  be  true  to  His  name. 


Then  Shall  the  I/ord  be  My  God. 

704  O  GOD  of  Jacob,  by  Whose  hand 

Thy  people  still  are  fed, 
Who  through  this  weary  pilgrimage 
Hast  all  our  fathers  led; 

2  Our  vows,  our  prayers,  we  now  present 

Before  Thy  throne  of  grace; 
God  of  our  fathers,  be  the  God 
Of  their  succeeding  race. 

3  Through  each  perplexing  path  of  life 

Our  wandering  footsteps  guide; 
Give  us  each  day  our  daily  bread, 
And  raiment  fit  provide. 

4  O  spread  Thy  covering  wings  around, 

Till  all  our  wanderings  cease, 
And  at  our  Father's  loved  abode 
Our  souls  arrive  in  peace. 


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If  Any  Man  be  in  Christ,  He  Is  a  New  Creature. 

705  O  LOVE,  that  will  not  let  me  go, 

I  rest  my  weary  soul  on  Thee, 
I  give  Thee  back,  the  life  I  owe, 
That  from  Thine  ocean's  depths  its  flow 
May  richer,   fuller  be. 

2  O  Light,  that  followest  all  my  way, 
I  yield  my  flickering  torch  to  Thee: 
My  heart  restores  its  borrowed  ray, 
That  in  Thy  sunshine's  blaze  its  day, 

May  brighter,  fairer  be. 

3  O  Joy,  that  seekest  me  through  pain, 
I  cannot  close  my  heart  to  Thee; 

I  trace  the  rainbow  through  the  rain. 
And  feel  the  promise  is  not  vain, 
That  morn  shall  tearless  be. 

4  O  Cross,  that  liftest  up  my  head, 
I  dare  not  ask  to  fly  from  Thee: 
I  lay  in  dust,  life's  glory  dead, 

And  from  the  ground,  that  blossoms  red 
Life  that  shall  endless  be. 


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The  Chiefest  Among   Ten  Thousand. 

706         ONE  holds  me  fast:  kept  in  His  pure  embrace 
I  rest  in  peace: 
Flows  on  my  weary  heart  His  softening  grace 
And  troubles  cease. 

2  Though  cold  the  storm,  and  fierce  the  blasting  wind, 

I  do  not  fear, 
For  in  His  Breast  a  Covert  safe  I  find; 
No  storm  comes  there. 

3  He  shields  me  tenderly — my  Spouse,  my  Love — 

He  guides  me  on 
To  mansions  fair,  prepared  for  me  above, 
Where  He  has  gone. 

4  He  feeds  me,  lest  I  faint,  or  fall,  or  die, 

With  Food  from  Heaven; 
He,  His  Own  Self,  in  wondrous  Mystery 
To  me  has  given. 

5  He  draws  me  to  Himself;  I  needs  must  go; 

I  cannot  stay: 
No  earthly  tie  must  bind  me  here  below: 
But  far  away, 

6  Where,  'mid  the  countless  throngs  of  Angels  bright, 

And  Spirits  blest, 
He  reigns — my  God  and  King — my  sole  Delight, 
I  long  to  rest. 


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The  Lord   is   My   Strength. 

O  STRENGTH  and  stay  upholding  all  creation, 
Who  ever  dost  Thyself  unmoved  abide, 

Yet  day  by  day  the  light  in  due  gradation 

From  hour  to  hour  through  all  its  changes  guide ; 

2  Grant  to  life's  day  a  calm  unclouded  ending, 

An  eve  untouched  by  shadows  of  decay; 
The  brightness  of  a  holy  death-bed  blending 
With  dawning  glories  of  the  eternal  day. 

3  Hear  us,  O  Father,  gracious  and  forgiving, 

Through  Jesus  Christ  Thy  co-eternal  Word, 
Who,  with  the  Holy  Ghost,  by  all  things  living 
Now  and  to  endless  ages  art  adored. 


Compel    Them    to    Come   in,    That    My    House    May    be   Filled. 

708  RESCUE  the  perishing,  care  for  the  dying, 

Snatch  them  in  pity  from  sin  and  the  grave; 
Weep  o'er  the  erring  one,  lift  up  the  fallen, 
Tell  them  of  Jesus,  the  Mighty  to  save. 

Refrain 

Rescue  the  perishing,  care  for  the  dying, 
Jesus  is  merciful,  Jesus  will  save. 


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Though  they  are  slighting  Him,  still  is  He  waiting, 
Waiting  the  penitent  child  to  receive ; 

Plead  with  them  earnestly,  plead  with  them  gently; 
He  will  forgive,  if  they  only  believe. 

Down  in  the  human  heart,  crushed  by  the  tempter, 

Feelings  lie  buried  that  grace  can  restore; 
Touched  by  a  loving  hand,  wakened  by  kindness, 
Chords  that  were  broken  will  vibrate  once  more. 

Rescue  the  perishing,  duty  demands  it; 

Strength  for  thy  labour  the  Lord  will  provide; 
Back  to  the  narrow  way  patiently  win  them; 

Tell  the  poor  wanderer  a  Saviour  has  died. 


He  Bringeth  Them  Unto  Their  Desired  Haven. 

709  SAFE  home,  safe  home  in  port! 

Rent  cordage,  shatter'd  deck, 
Torn  sails,  provision  short, 
And  only  not  a  wreck: 
But  oh!  the  joy  upon  the  shore 
To  tell  our  voyage — perils  o'er! 

2   The  prize,  the  prize  secure! 
The  athlete  nearly  fell; 
Bare  all  he  could  endure, 

And  bare  not  always  well: 
But  he  may  smile  at  troubles  gone 
Who  sets  the  victor-garland  on. 


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3  No  more  the  foe  can  harm; 

No  more  of  leaguered  camp, 
And  cry  of  night  alarm, 

And  need  of  ready  lamp; 
And  yet  how  nearly  had  he  failed — 
How  nearly  had  that  foe  prevailed ! 

4  The  lamb  is  in  the  fold, 

In  perfect  safety  penned; 
The  lion  once  had  hold, 

And  thought  to  make  an  end; 
But  One  came  by  with  wounded  Side, 
And  for  the  sheep  the  Shepherd  died. 

5  The  exile  is  at  home! 

O  nights  and  days  of  tears, 
O  longings  not  to  roam, 

O  sins  and  doubts  and  fears; 
What  matters  now  grief's  darkest  day? 
The  King  has  wiped  those  tears  away. 

The  Cross  of  Our  Lord  Jesus  Christ. 

10  SING,  my  tongue,  the  glorious  battle, 

Sing  the  last,  the  dread  affray; 

O'er  the  Cross,  the  Victor's  trophy, 
Sound  the  high  triumphal  lay, 

How,  the  pains  of  death  enduring, 
Earth's  Redeemer  won  the  day. 


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He,  our  Maker,  deeply  grieving 
That  the  first-made  Adam  fell, 

When  he  ate  the  fruit  forbidden 

Whose  reward  was  death  and  hell, 

Marked  e'en  then  this  tree  the  ruin 
Of  the  first  tree  to  dispel. 

Therefore,  when  at  length  the  fulness 
Of  the  appointed  time  was  come, 

He  was  sent,  the  world's  Creator, 
From  the  Father's  heavenly  home, 

And  was  found  in  human  fashion, 
Offspring  of  the  Virgin's  womb. 

Now  the  thirty  years  accomplished 
Which  on  earth  He  willed  to  see, 

Born  for  this,  He  meets  His  Passion, 
Gives  Himself  an  Offering  free; 

On  the  Cross  the  Lamb  is  lifted, 
There  the  sacrifice  to  be. 

Thou  alone  was  counted  worthy 
This  world's  ransom  to  sustain, 

That  a  shipwrecked  race  for  ever 
Might  a  port  of  refuge  gain, 

With  the  sacred  Blood  anointed 
Of  the  Lamb  for  sinners  slain. 


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Praise  and  honour  to  the  Father, 
Praise  and  honour  to  the  Son, 

Praise  and  honour  to  the  Spirit, 
Ever  Three  and  ever  One, 

One  in  might  and  One  in  glory, 
While  eternal  ages  run. 


When  Thou  Passest   Through  the  Waters,  I  Wttl  be  With   Thee. 

11  SUNSET  and  Evening  Star, 

And  one  clear  call  for  me! 
And  may  there  be  no  moaning  of  the  bar, 

When  I  put  out  to  sea, 
But  such  a  tide  as  moving  seems  asleep, 

Too  full  for  sound  and  foam, 
When  that  which  drew  from  out  the  boundless  deep 

Turns  again  home. 

2   Twilight  and  evening  bell, 

And  after  that  the  dark ! 
And  may  there  be  no  sadness  of  farewell, 

When  I  embark; 
For,  though  from  out  our  bourne  of  time  and  place 

The  flood  may  bear  me  far, 
I  hope  to  see  my  Pilot  face  to  face 

When  I  have  crost  the  bar. 

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I   Came  Not  to  Judge  the  World,  But  to  Save  the  World. 

712  SOULS  of  men!  why  will  ye  scatter 

Like  a  crowd  of  frightened  sheep? 
Foolish  hearts!  why  will  ye  wander 
From  a  love  so  true  and  deep? 

2  Was  there  ever  kindest  shepherd 

Half  so  gentle,  half  so  sweet, 
As  the  Saviour  Who  would  have  us 
Come  and  gather  round  His  Feet? 

3  There's  a  wideness  in  God's  mercy, 

Like  the  wideness  of  the  sea; 
There's  a  kindness  in  Flis  justice, 
Which  is  more  than  liberty. 

4  There  is  no  place  where  earth's  sorrows 

Are  more  felt  than  up  in  Heaven; 
There  is  no  place  where  earth's  failings 
Have  such  kindly  judgment  given. 

5  There  is  plentiful  redemption 

In  the  Blood  that  has  been  shed; 
There  is  joy  for  all  the  members 
In  the  sorrows  of  the  Head. 

6  For  the  love  of  God  is  broader 

Than  the  measures  of  man's  mind; 
And  the  heart  of  the  Eternal 
Is  most  wonderfully  kind. 


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7  Pining  souls!   come  nearer  Jesus, 

And  come  not  doubting  thus, 
But  with  faith  that  trusts  more  bravely 
His  huge  tenderness  for  us. 

8  If  our  love  were  but  more  simple, 

We  should  take  Him  at  His  word; 
And  our  lives  would  be  all  sunshine 
In  the  sweetness  of  our  Lord. 


This  Do  in  Remembrance  of  Me. 

13  SWEET  Sacrament  Divine! 

Hid  in  Thine  earthly  Home, 
Lo!  round  Thy  lowly  Shrine 

With  suppliant  heart  we  come, 
Jesus  to  Thee  our  voice  we  raise 
In  songs  of  love  and  heartfelt  praise, 
Sweet  Sacrament  Divine! 

2   Sweet  Sacrament  of  Peace! 

Dear  Home  for  every  heart, 
Where  restless  yearnings  cease 

And  sorrows  all  depart; 
Where  in  Thine  ear  all  trustfully 
We  tell  our  tale  of  misery, 
Sweet  Sacrament  of  Peace! 


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Sweet  Sacrament  of  Rest! 

Ark  from  the  ocean's  roar, 
Within  Thy  Shelter  blest 

Soon  may  we  reach  the  shore; 
Save  us,  for  still  the  tempest  raves, 
Save,  lest  we  sink  beneath  the  waves, 
Sweet  Sacrament  of  Rest! 

Sweet  Sacrament  Divine! 

Earth's  Light  and  Jubilee! 
In  Thy  far  depths  doth  shine 

Thy  Godhead's  Majesty; 
Sweet  Light,  so  shine  on  us  we  pray, 
That  earthly  joys  may  fade  away, 
Sweet  Sacrament  Divine! 


Present  Your  Bodies  a  Living:  Sacrifice. 


714  TAKE  my  life,  and  let  it  be 

Consecrated,  Lord,  to  Thee; 
Take  my  moments  and  my  days, 
Let  them  flow  in  ceaseless  praise. 

2   Take  my  hands,  and  let  them  move 
At  the  impulse  of  Thy  love. 
Take  my  feet,  and  let  them  be 
Swift  and  beautiful  for  Thee. 


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3  Take  my  voice,  and  let  me  sing 
Always,  only,  for  my  King; 
Take  my  lips,  and  let  them  be 
Filled  with  messages  from  Thee. 

4  Take  my  silver  and  my  gold ; 
Not  a  mite  would  I  withhold. 
Take  my  intellect,  and  use 

Every  power  as  Thou  shalt  choose. 

5  Take  my  will,  and  make  it  Thine: 
It  shall  be  no  longer  mine. 

Take  my  heart;  it  is  Thine  own: 
It  shall  be  Thy  royal  throne. 

6  Take  my  love;  my  Lord,  I  pour 
At  Thy  feet  its  treasure  store. 
Take  myself,  and  I  will  be 
Ever,  only,  all  for  Thee. 


The   Lord's   Name   is  Praised   From   the   Rising:  Up   of   the   Sun 
Unto   the   Going  Down  of  the  Same. 

715  THE  day  Thou  gavest,  Lord,  is  ended, 

The  darkness  falls  at  Thy  behest; 
To  Thee  our  morning  hymns  ascended, 
Thy  praise  shall  sanctify  our  rest. 

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We  thank  Thee  that  Thy  Church  unsleeping, 
While  earth  rolls  onward  into  light, 

Through  all  the  world  her  watch  is  keeping, 
And  rests  not  now  by  day  or  night. 

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As  o'er  each  continent  and  island 
The  dawn  leads  on  another  day, 

The  voice  of  prayer  is  never  silent, 
Nor  dies  the  strain  of  praise  away. 

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The  sun  that  bids  us  rest  is  waking 
Our  brethren  'neath  the  western  sky, 

And  hour  by  hour  fresh  lips  are  making 
Thy  wondrous  doings  heard  on  high. 

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So  be  it,  Lord;  Thy  throne  shall  never, 
Like  earth's  proud  empires,  pass  away; 

Thy  Kingdom  stands,  and  grows  for  ever, 
Till  all  Thy  creatures  own  Thy  sway. 

Paraphrase   of   Psalm   XXIII. 

716 

THE  Lord's  my  Shepherd,  I'll  not  want, 

He  makes  me  down  to  lie 
In  pastures  green;  He  leadeth  me 

The  quiet  waters  by. 

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2  My  soul  He  doth  restore  again; 

And  me  to  walk  doth  make 
Within  the  paths  of  righteousness, 
Even  for  His  own  Name's  sake. 

3  Yea,  though  I  walk  through  death's  dark  vale, 

Yet  will  I  fear  none  ill; 
For  Thou  art  with  me;  and  Thy  rod 
And  staff  me  comfort  still. 

4  My  table  Thou  hast  furnished 

In  presence  of  my  foes; 
My  head  Thou  dost  with  oil  anoint 
And  my  cup  overflows. 

5  Goodness  and  mercy  all  my  life 

Shall  surely  follow  me ; 
And  in  God's  House  for  evermore 
My  dwelling-place  shall  be. 

Behold  a  Sower  Went  Forth  to  Sow. 

717  THE  sower  went  forth  sowing, 

The  seed  in  secret  slept 
Through  weeks  of  faith  and  patience, 

Till  out  the  green  blade  crept; 
And  warmed  by  golden  sunshine, 

And  fed  by  silver  rain, 
At  last  the  fields  were  whitened 

To  harvest  once  again. 


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O  praise  the  heavenly  Sower, 
Who  gave  the  fruitful  seed, 

And  watched  and  watered  duly, 
And  ripened  for  our  need. 


Behold !  the  heavenly  Sower 

Goes  forth  with  better  seed, 
The  Word  of  sure  Salvation, 

With  Feet  and  Hands  that  bleed; 
Here  in  His  Church  'tis  scattered, 

Our  spirits  are  the  soil; 
Then  let  an  ample  fruitage 

Repay  His  pain  and  toil. 
O  beauteous  is  the  harvest 

Wherein  all  goodness  thrives, 
And  this  the  true  thanksgiving, 

The  first-fruits  of  our  lives. 


Within  a  hallowed  acre 

He  sows  yet  other  grain, 
When  peaceful  earth  receiveth 

The  dead  He  died  to  gain; 
For  though  the  growth  be  hidden, 

We  know  that  they  shall  rise; 
Yea  even  now  they  ripen 

In  sunny  Paradise. 


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O  summer  land  of  harvest, 

O  fields  for  ever  white 
With  souls  that  wear  Christ's  raiment, 

With  crowns  of  golden  light! 

One  day  the  heavenly  Sower 

Shall  reap  where  He  hath  sown, 
And  come  again  rejoicing, 

And  with  Him  bring  His  own; 
And  then  the  fan  of  judgment 

Shall  winnow  from  His  floor 
The  chaff  into  the  furnace 

That  flameth  evermore. 
O  holy,  awful  Reaper, 

Have  mercy  in  the  day 
Thou  puttest  in  Thy  sickle, 

And  cast  us  not  away 


Jesus     .     .     .     Took  A  Child,  and  Set  Him  by  Him. 

718  THERE'S  a  Friend  for  little  children 

Above  the  bright  blue  sky, 
A  Friend  Who  never  changes, 

Whose  love  will  never  die; 
Our  earthly  friends  may  fail  us, 

And  change  with  changing  years, 
This  Friend  is  always  worthy 

Of  that  dear  Name  He  bears. 


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There's  a  rest  for  little  children 

Above  the  bright  blue  sky, 
Who  love  the  blessed  Saviour, 

And  to  the  Father  cry; 
A  rest  from  every  trouble, 

From  sin  and  sorrow  free, 
Where  every  little  pilgrim 

Shall  rest  eternally. 

There's  a  home  for  little  children 

Above  the  bright  blue  sky, 
Where  Jesus  reigns  in  glory, 

A  home  of  peace  and  joy; 
No  home  on  earth  is  like  it, 

Nor  can  with  it  compare; 
For  every  one  is  happy, 

Nor  could  be  happier,  there. 


There's  a  crown  for  little  children 

Above  the  bright  blue  sky, 
And  all  who  look  for  Jesus 

Shall  wear  it  by  and  by; 
A  crown  of  brightest  glory, 

Which  He  will  then  bestow 
On  those  who  found  His  favour 

And  loved  His  Name  below. 


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There's  a  song  for  little  children 

Above  the  bright  blue  sky, 
A  song  that  will  not  weary, 

Though  sung  continually; 
A  song  which  even  Angels 

Can  never,  never  sing; 
They  know  not  Christ  as  Saviour, 

But  worship  Him  as  King. 

There's  a  robe  for  little  children 

Above  the  bright  blue  sky; 
And  a  harp  of  sweetest  music, 

And  palms  of  victory. 
All,  all  above  is  treasured, 

And  found  in  Christ  alone; 
Lord,  grant  Thy  little  children 

To  know  Thee  as  their  own. 


That  Whether  We  Wake  or  Sleep  We  Should  Live  Together  With   Him. 

719  THEY  whose  course  on  earth  is  o'er, 

Think  they  of  their  brethren  more? 
They  before  the  throne  who  bow, 
Feel  they  for  their  brethren  now? 

2   We,  by  enemies  distrest — 
They  in  Paradise  at  rest; 
We  the  captives — they  the  freed — 
We  and  they  are  one  indeed. 


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One  in  all  we  seek  or  shun, 

One — because  our  Lord  is  one; 

One  in  heart  and  one  in  love — 

We  below,  and  they  above. 

4  Those  whom  many  a  land  divides, 

Many  mountains,  many  tides, 

Have  they  with  each  other  part, 

Fellowship  of  heart  with  heart? 

5 

Each  to  each  may  be  unknown, 

Wide  apart  their  lots  be  thrown; 

Differing  tongues  their  lips  may  speak, 

One  be  strong,  and  one  be  weak. 

6 

Yet  in  Sacrament  and  prayer 

Each  with  other  hath  a  share ; 

Hath  a  share  in  tear  and  sigh, 

Watch,  and  Fast  and  Litany. 

7 

Saints  departed  even  thus 

Hold  communion  still  with  us; 

Still  with  us,  beyond  the  veil 

Praising,  pleading  without  fail. 

8  With  them  still  our  hearts  we  raise, 

Share  their  work  and  join  their  praise, 

Rendering  worship,  thanks  and  love 

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Come  Over  Into  Macedonia,   anil  Help  Us. 

'20  THROUGH  midnight  gloom  from  Macedon 

The  cry  of  myriads  as  of  one 
The  voiceful  silence  of  despair, 
Is  eloquent  in  awful  prayer, 
The  soul's  exceeding  bitter  cry, 
"Come  o'er  and  help  us,  or  we  die." 

2  How  mournfully  it  echoes  on! 
For  half  the  earth  is  Macedon; 
These  brethren  to  their  brethren  call 
And  by  the  love  which  loved  them  all 
And  by  the  whole  world's  life  they  cry, 
"O  ye  that  live,  behold  we  die!" 

3  By  other  sounds  the  world  is  won 
Than  that  which  wails  from  Macedon; 
The  roar  of  gain  is  round  it  rolled, 

Or  men  unto  themselves  are  sold, 
And  cannot  list  the  alien  cry, 
"O  hear  and  help  us,  lest  we  die." 

4  Yet  with  that  cry  from  Macedon 
The  very  car  of  Christ  rolls  on; 
"I  come;  who  would  abide  my  day 
In  yonder  wilds  prepare  my  way; 
My  voice  is  crying  in  their  cry; 
Help  ye  the  dying,  lest  ye  die." 


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Jesus,  for  men  of  man  the  Son, 
Yea,  Thine  the  cry  from  Macedon ; 
O  by  the  kingdom  and  the  power 
And  the  glory  of  Thine  advent  hour, 
Wake  heart  and  will  to  hear  their  cry: 
"Help  us  to  help  them,  lest  we  die." 


!Lord,  Now  Lettest  Thou  Thy  Servant  Depart  in  Peace. 

An  Evening  Hymn. 
(Sung  kneeling.) 

721  UPON  Thy  kneeling  children,  Lord, 

An  evening  blessing  pour. 
Oh,  may  we  all  Thy  grace  receive 
And  love  Thee  more  and  more. 

2  Refresh  the  faint;  support  the  weak, 
The  weary  and  forlorn; 

Absolve  the  penitent  from  sin, 
And  comfort  all  who  mourn. 

3  Go  with  us  on  our  homeward  way, 
Be  Thou  our  rest  in  sleep, 

And  in  the  spirit  of  this  hour, 
Thy  changeful  children  keep. 

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The    Eyes    of    All    Wait    Upon    Thee,    O    Lord,    and    Thou 
Givest    Them    Their  Meat  in  Due  Season. 

722  WE  plough  the  fields,  and  scatter 

The  good  seed  on  the  land, 
But  it  is  fed  and  watered 

By  God's  Almighty  Hand; 
He  sends  the  snow  in  winter, 

The  warmth  to  swell  the  grain, 
The  breezes,  and  the  sunshine, 
And  soft  refreshing  rain. 
All  good  gifts  around  us 

Are  sent  from  heaven  above, 
Then  thank  the  Lord,  O  thank  the  Lord, 
For  all  His  love. 

2   He  only  is  the  Maker 

Of  all  things  near  and  far ; 
He  paints  the  wayside  flower, 
He  lights  the  evening  star; 
The  winds  and  waves  obey  Him, 

By  Him  the  birds  are  fed; 
Much  more  to  us,  His  children, 
He  gives  our  daily  bread. 
All  good  gifts  around  us 

Are  sent  from  heaven  above, 
Then  thank  the  Lord,  O  thank  the  Lord, 
For  all  His  love. 

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3   We  thank  Thee,  then,  O  Father, 
For  all  things  bright  and  good; 
The  seed-time  and  the  harvest, 

Our  life,  our  health,  our  food. 
Accept  the  gifts  we  offer, 

For  all  Thy  love  imparts, 
And,  what  Thou  most  desirest, 
Our  humble,  thankful  hearts. 
All  good  gifts  around  us 

Are  sent  from  heaven  above, 
Then  thank  the  Lord,  O  thank  the  Lord, 
For  all  His  love. 

There  Shall  Be  No  Night  There. 

723  WHERE  the  light  forever  shineth, 

Where  no  storm  ariseth  more 
There  the  Saviour  meets  His  loved  ones 
On  the  shore. 

2  They  nor  thirst,  nor  suffer  hunger, 
All  their  tears  are  wiped  away, 
Night  has  past,  and  they  have  entered 

Endless  day. 

3  Surely,  He,  the  mighty  worker, 
He  who  slumbers  not,  nor  sleeps, 
Leaveth  not  in  useless  silence 

Those  He  keeps. 

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4  They  who  bravely  toiled  amongst  us 
We  believe  are  working  still, 
Where  no  disappointment  hinders, 

No  self  will. 

5  Lo!  from  earth's  imperfect  labour 
He  hath  called  them  to  His  feet, 
There  to  work  where,  free  from  failure, 

Work  is  sweet. 

6  We  can  spare  them,  loving  Saviour, 
For  we  know  Thou  guardest  well 
Those  who  now  with  all  the  ransomed 

Sinless  dwell. 

7  Grant  that  we  with  them  Thy  loved  ones 
Whom  by  faith  we  still  can  see, 

May  when  life's  great  morning  dawneth 
Follow  Thee. 


He  That  Is  Not  With  Me  Is  Against  Me. 

724  WHO  is  on  the  Lord's  side? 

Who  will  serve  the  King? 
Who  will  be  His  helpers 
Other  lives  to  bring? 

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Who  will  leave  the  world's  side? 

Who  will  face  the  foe? 
Who  is  on  the  Lord's  side? 

Who  for  Him  will  go? 
By  Thy  call  of  mercy, 

By  Thy  grace  divine, 
We  are  on  the  Lord's  side, 

Saviour,  we  are  Thine! 

2  Not  for  weight  of  glory, 

Not  for  crown  and  palm, 
Enter  we  the  army, 

Raise  the  warrior  psalm; 
But  for  love  that  claimeth 

Lives  for  whom  He  died, 
He  whom  Jesus  nameth 

Must  be  on  His  side. 
By  Thy  love  constraining, 

By  Thy  grace  divine, 
We  are  on  the  Lord's  side, 

Saviour,  we  are  Thine! 

3  Jesus,  Thou  hast  bought  us, 

Not  with  gold  or  gem, 
But  with  Thine  own  life  blood, 
For  Thy  diadem. 


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With  Thy  blessing  filling 

Each  who  comes  to  Thee, 
Thou  hast  made  us  willing, 

Thou  hast  made  us  free 
By  Thy  grand  redemption, 

By  Thy  grace  divine, 
We  are  on  the  Lord's  side, 

Saviour,  we  are  Thine! 

Fierce  may  be  the  conflict, 

Strong  may  be  the  foe, 
But  the  King's  own  army 

None  can  overthrow. 
Round  His  standard  ranging, 

Victory  is  secure; 
For  His  truth  unchanging, 

Makes  the  triumph  sure. 
Joyfully  enlisting, 

By  Thy  grace  divine, 
We  are  on  the  Lord's  side, 

Saviour,  we  are  Thine! 


God  Is  Faithful,  Who  Will  Not  Suffer  You  to  be  Tempted  Above 
That  Ye  are  Able. 

725  YIELD  not  to  temptation,  for  yielding  is  sin; 
Each  victory  will  help  you  some  other  to  win; 
Fight  manfully  onward;  dark  passions  subdue; 
Look  ever  to  Jesus — He  will  carry  you  through. 

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Refrain — Ask  the  Saviour  to  help  you, 

Comfort,  strengthen,  and  keep  you; 
He  is  willing  to  aid  you, 
He  will  carry  you  through. 

2  Shun  evil  companions;  bad  language  disdain; 
God's  name  hold  in  reverence,  nor  take  it  in  vain; 
Be  thoughtful  and  earnest,  kind-hearted  and  true; 
Look  ever  to  Jesus — He  will  carry  you  through. 

Refrain. 

3  To  him  that  o'ercometh  God  giveth  a  crown ; 

Through  faith  we  shall  conquer,  though  often  cast  down; 
He  who  is  our  Saviour  our  strength  will  renew; 
Look  ever  to  Jesus— He  will  carry  you  through. 

Refrain. 

Because  I  Live,  Ye  Shall  Live  Also. 

726  YONDER  with  the  shining  angels, 

Jesus  reigns  upon  the  throne, 
With  redeemed  ones  we  shall  greet  Him 

He  shall  claim  us  as  His  own; 
Trust  His  mercy,  oh,  believe  Him, 

Rest  upon  His  boundless  love; 
We  shall  meet  Him, — Blest  Redeemer, 

Yonder  in  our  home  above. 


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In  the  beauty  of  true  worship, 

At  His  feet  thy  gifts  lay  down, 
Gifts  of  love  and  pure  devotion, 

Jewels  for  the  Saviour's  crown; 
Jesus  reigns!  oh,  truth  immortal; 

Reigns  our  mighty  Lord  supreme; 
Here  on  earth,  with  hearts  and  voices, 

Praise  to  Him  shall  be  our  theme. 

Yonder  with  the  ransomed  voices, 

We  shall  join  the  hymns  of  praise, 
Sing  the  wondrous  love  that  saved  us 

Ever  on  thro'  endless  days; 
Jesus  reigns,  the  King  of  glory, 

Follow  on,  turn  not  aside, 
Spend  thy  life  in  patient  serving, 

He  shall  own  thee  glorified. 


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INDEX, 


No.      First  Words  of  Hymn. 

680  All  things  bright  . . . 

681  Be  thou  my  guardian 

682  Christ,  who  once  .... 

683  Do  no  sinful  action  .  . 

684  Father,  give  us  now. 

685  Faith  of  our  fathers 

686  Forth  to  the  fight.  . 

687  Forward!  be  our.  . .  . 

688  From  all  that  dwell 

689  God  of  our  Fathers. 


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Author — 1.  Words. 
Composer — 2.  Music. 

1  Cecil  Frances  Alexander 

2  J.  Hullah. 

1  Rev.  Isaac  Williams 

2  Isaac  Smith 

1  Rev.W.  St. Hill- Bourne 

2  Sir  John  Stainer 

1  Cecil  Frances  Alexander 

2  L.  J.  Hutton 

1  Adapted  by  Dean  Farrar 

2  George  C.  Stebbins 

1  Rev.  F.  W.  Faber 

2  Easy  Hymn  Tunes 

1  W.  H.  Kirby 

2  John  Heywood 

1  Dean  Alford 

2  Sir  A.  Sullivan 

1  Isaac  Watts,  vv.  1  &  2 

2  Bp.  Ken.,  v.  3.  Geneva 

1  Rudyard  Kipling 

2  Sir  John  Stainer 


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1.  Name  of  Tune. 

2.  Where  Found. 

1  All  Things  Bright 

2  B.  C.  P.  686. 

1  Abridge 

2  B.  C.  P.  402 

1  Pastor  Bonus 

2  B.  C.  P.  688 

1  Warfare 

2  B.  C.  P.   726 

1  Evening  Prayer 

2  B.  C.  P.   25 

1  Stella 

2  B.  C.  P.  511 

1  Festival 

2  Sheet  music 

1  St.  Gertrude 

2  B.  C.  P.  383 

1  Old  Hundred 

2  B.  C.  P.  389 

1  Rest 

2  B.  C.  P.  220 


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No.      First  Words  of  Hymn. 

690  Hail!  Festal  Day  .  .  . 

691  Holy  Father,  in  Thy. 

692  In  the  name  of  God  .  . 

693  Jesu,  grant  me  this.  . 

694  Jesu,  gentlest 

695  Jesus  is  God 

696  Jesus,  Master,  King.  . 

697  Jesus,  Saviour,  pilot 

698  Lord,  I  hear  of 

699  Lift  up  your  heads.  . 

700  My  heart  is  resting  .  . 

701  Not  for  our  sins.  .  .  . 

702  now,  my  tongue 


Author — 1.  Words. 
Composer — 2.  Music. 

1  Tr.  Rev.  T.  A.  Lacey 

2  Rev.  J.  Baden  Powell 

1  I.  S.  Stephenson 

2  Rev.  E.  W.  Bullinger 

1  Rev.  J.  W.  Hewitt 

2  C.  Hymn  Tunes 

1  Tr.Rev.SirH.W.  Baker 

2  O.  Gibbons 

1  Rev.  F.  W.  Faber 

2  Sir  John  Stainer 

1  Rev.  F.  W.  Faber 

2  W.  H.  Monk 

1  Canon  Knox-Little 

2  Dr.  A.  G.  Mortimer 

1  Rev.  Edward  Hopper 

2  J.  E.  Gould 

1  Elizabeth  Codner 

2  Archbishop  Maclagan 

1  James  Montgomery 

2  L.  A.  Seward 

1  Anna  L.  Waring 

2  Hymns  of  Consecration 

1  Canon  Twells 

2  W.  H.  Monk 

1  Tr.  E.  Caswell 

2  Sarum  Plainsong 


1.  Name  of  Tune. 

2.  Where  Found. 

1  Festa  Dies 

2  B.  C.  P.    160 

1  Bullinger 

2  B.  C.  P.  333 

1  Lugano 

2  B.  C.  P.  256 

1  Gibbons 

2  B.  C.  P.  480 

1  Eucharisticus 

2  B.  C.  P.   261 

1  Knighton 

2  B.  C.  P.  512 

1  St.  Clement 

2  Sheet 

1  Pilot 

2  B.C.  P.  513 

1  Showers  of  B. 

2  B.  C.  P.   765 

1  Seward 

2  B.  C.  P.   533 

1  Swiss  Melody 

2  B.  C.  P.  675 

1  Waltham 

2  B.  C.  P.   563 

1  Pange  Linqua 

2  B.  C.  P.  248 


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No.      First  Words  of  Hymn. 


Author — i.  Words. 
Composer — 2.  Music. 


703  O  come  to  the i  Rev.  F.  W.  Faber 

2  Ira  D.  Sankey 

704  O  God  of  Jacob 1  Rev.  P.  Doddridge 

2  J.  B.  Calkin 

705  O  love,  that  will  not  i  Rev.  George  Matheson 

2  A.  L.  Peace 

706  One  holds  me  fast.  .  .  1  Anon. 

2  C.  B.  Clark 

707  O  STRENGTH  AND  STAY.    I   Tl\  J.   Ellerton 

2  Rev.  J.  B.  Dykes 

708  Rescue  the  perishing   i  Frances  J.  Van  Alstyne 

2  W.  H.  Doane 

709  Safe  home,  safe  home    i  Tr.  Rev.  J.  M.  Neale 

2  Sir  Arthur  Sullivan 

710  Sing,  my  tongue 1  Tr.  Rev.  J.  M.  Neale 

2  Sarum  Plain  song 

7 1 1  Sunset  and  evening  .  .  1  Alfred  Tennyson 

2  Joseph  Barnby 

712  Souls  of  men!  why.  .  .  1  Rev.  F.  W.  Faber 

2  Rev.  E.  W.  Bullinger 

713  Sweet  Sacrament.  .  .  .  i  Anon. 

2  C.  B.  Clark 

714  Take  my  life,  and  let   i  Frances  R.  Havergal 

2  Arranged  from  Mozart 

715  The  day  Thou  gavest   i  Rev.  J.  Ellerton 

2  Rev.  C.  C.  Scholefield 


1.  Name  op  Tune. 

2.  Where  Found. 

1  Hiding  in  Thee 

2  B.  C.  P.   768 

1  Nox  Praecessit 

2  B.  C.  P.  570 

1  St.  Margaret 

2  B.  C.  P.  679 

1  No.  9 

2  Clark's  Hymns 

1  Strength  andStay 

2  B.  C.  P.   28 

1  Rescue 

2  B.  C.  P.  771 

1  Safe  Home 

2  B.  C.  P.   609 

1  Pange  Linqua 

2  B.  C.  P.   131 

1  Octavo  form ;  also 

2  B.C.P.  682.  2dT. 

1  Samaria 

2  B.C.  P.  77s 

1  Clark's  Hymns 

2  No.  22 

1  Mozart 

2  B.  C.  P.  621 

1  St.  Clement 

2  B.  C.  P.  27 


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No.      First  Words  op  Hymn. 
716  The  Lord's  my 


717  The  sower  went  .... 

718  There's  a  Friend  for 

719  They  whose  course.  . 

720  Through  midnight.  .  . 

721  Upon  Thy  kneeling.  . 

722  We  plough  the  fields 

723  Where  the  light.  .  .  . 

724  Who  is  on  the  Lord's 

725  Yield  not  to 

726  Yonder  with  the.  .  .  . 


Author — 1.  Words.  ' 
Composer — 2.  Music. 

1  Francis  Rous 

2  Rev.  W.  H.  Havergal 

1  Rev.W.  St.  Hill-Bourne 

2  Sir  J.  F.  Bridges 

1  Albert  Midlane 

2  Sir  John  Stainer 

1  Tr.  Rev.  J.  M.  Neale 

2  R.  Redhead 

1  Rev.  S.  J.  Stone 

2  Rev.  J.  B.  Dykes 

1  Karl  Reiland 

2  W.  Lockett 

1  Tr.  Jane  M.  Campbell 

2  J.  A.  P.  Schulz 

1  Anon. 

2  E.  H.  Turpin 

1  Frances  R.  Havergal 

2  H.  G.  Trembath 

1  Horatio  R.  Palmer 

2  Horatio  R.  Palmer 

1  Emma  Pitt 

2  I.  E.  Diekenga 


1.  Name  of  Tune. 

2.  Where  Found. 

1  Evan 

2  B.  C.  P. 


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1  Beatrice 

2  B.C.  P.  351 

1  In  Memoriam 

2  B.  C.  P.   718 

1  Redhead,  No.  47 

2  B.  C.  P.  643 

1  Melita 

2  B.  C.  P.  331 

1  Hersal 

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